They were getting ready for the feast in a nearby hut. They had taken off their jackets to reveal their pale white skin. Their bodies gleaming in the moonlight. The bones of their spines just showing out of their skin. Corrack and Cyrus were much alike. Except Corrack did not all the scars on his body like Cyrus did. He beared them unwantedly but felt that he had to. They fixed plumes into their hair and drew marks on their bodies in blood. Black blood. Corrack shook his head from side to side and growled a purr like growl. Corrack was a strange looking Orkhid. He had the looks of a feline and his body was almost feminine. Yet he was agile and a dangerous hunter, he would kill without warning and mercy. His black hair was always tied back until this night were he let it down and run down his back. The music began as the party started. (OOC: Music from "Sorceress' Parade in FF8, if you haven't head it, its good). Cyrus stepped out of the hut first and smelled the air. It was filled with blood. With his black metal staff folded and strapped to his waist he walked among the creatures to find his place with the master. Corrack had wandered off to a crowd of Blood Kryes hearing laughing from these creatures. He pushed his way through to see a Mudokon native on the floor coughing up blood while Kehl kicked its stomach. She was vicious and pure evil. The creature had begged for mercy but every time it had opened its mouth Kehl had kicked it in its stomach. She noticed Corrack watching and bowed her head. She starred at the beaten creature and rose her hand upwards. The Mudokon rose off the ground slowly, she then moved her hand to the left sharply and the Mudokon went flying through the air onto a table and crashing down unconcious on the floor. Corrack smelled the fear of the Mudokon and his eyes turned black with pleasure.
Corrack: "Thats some very impressive stuff you have learned to do there."
They moved through the crowd of Blood Kryes and towards a long table with a impressive array of food, Mudokon natives were serving it just like their slave counter parts. There at the top of the table sat Cyrus and the master. (OOC: I have no idea wot Blood Kryes look like so cud u give a description in your next post plz). Corrack and Kehl joined them, soon after followed by Dazzt. Corrack was sat opposite Cyrus and Kehl was sat opposite Dazzt. Screeches could be heard from the burned out buildings. Natives who had been captured looked glum and edgy. They tried to do everything to perfection hoping that they would not be like their friend who Kehl had so viciously set about. As the courses were being served music from the Dark ones began to get louder. Corrack had noticed something about the leader, something he found puzzling enough to ask him.
Corrack: "You...and your kind seem to look like them" He pointed to a Native Mudokon "But you skin colours are black and your powers stronger why is th..."
Before He could finish his sentence the screaming of a Native Mudokon could be heard from on of the huts. The screams were accompanied by the snarling of beasts and in the shadows of one of the gutted houses Cyrus could see a Slave being dragged away by Kryes. Cyrus sighed and realised that once that had been him...he had been assaulted and beaten by his superiors. As the screaming died down Draj spoke up.
Draj: "You wanted to know why we are different? Because we know powers of darkness can crush powers of good. Look at this place" He turns his head to have a better look around "It used to be populated with them, they used to run this village as if it was some sort of good refuge. But now look, its been burned to the ground...heh, heh, heh. Our forces have destroyed this small pathetic village and taken as many Natives as we can..."
Cyrus excused himself from the table and got up. Corrack looked at him suspiciously wondering what he was about to do. He followed him with his eyes and watched him as he submerged into the shadows of were the Mudokon had been dragged away. When he was out of sight he got on with eating his food.
Native: "Cough, Cough...p-pleash, dont hurt me no more...pleassh"
The Native had, had its jaw broken...blood was pouring from its mouth and it looked in severe pain. the Kryes were just starring down at it looking curiously at the heap. Cyrus had a flashback...his commander beating him and making his pack laugh and join in. Cyrus growled and walked forwards, he pulled out his staff and it unfolded autimatically. The metal shining in the night sky. This drew the attention of the 2 Kryes and they stood in a offensive position, eyeing him up watching what he was about to do. But Cyrus had no point to fight them, he wanted to put the creature out of its missery...and thats what he did. He walked up to the sorry looking Native and raised his staff. Bringing it down sharply on the Natives head there was a crack as the skull splintered. The body was now dead and Cyrus watched as its soul dispersed into the night sky. The Kryes watched and hated him for this, their game destroyed by a pathetic lowlife. But Cyrus did not care and as he turned his back on them he then placed his staff back in its rightful position and went back to the party...
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